Page 28 of Our Unexpected Beginning
Julia hissed and arched her back, grinding into the hard ridge of his cock. “Fuck, fuck.”
“Yes, kitten. You’ve earned my cock.” Graham grabbed her thigh and angled his hips. He hissed and threw his head back, sinking into her heat with one deep thrust.
Julia cried out, shaking between being stretched unbearably wide and Claudia’s wicked tongue. Julia rolled her hips between them and found a rhythm that edged her closer to release.
Graham sank deep into her, his grip on her leg tight and keeping her exposed to their tag team assault.
A coil of pleasure sparked and grew in her belly. The ache and want for release are ever prevalent. She tugged her restraints, her hips bucked hard, grinding against Claudia’s tongue and riding back to beg her pussy to take more of him.
Julia’s head lulled back as she met Graham’s gaze with glassy eyes. “Please let me come, I need to come, please, Sir, I need to come.” Her low nearly incoherent chant was lost to the moans that echoed in the small suite.
Graham’s hips stilled and he pressed his forehead against hers, their breathing heavy. “Look at me.” His command pulled her tether and she quickly obeyed, her body writhing of its own accord.
“Feel every fucking inch, Jules. I want you to feel how crazy you make me. How I could live inside this pussy for the rest of my life.”
She cried out when he gripped her breast tight, the nipple clamp rubbing against the palm of his hand. Her over-sensitized body shuddered between them, coating Claudia’s tongue with her come.
“Look at me when you come, I want this whole fucking club to hear what a needy little bitch you are for me.” He kissed her flush skin, pressing his mouth against the shell of her ear. “Your skin is so flushed and sensitive. Covered in beautiful welts while your pussy stretches for my cock, begging for my come.” He ground his hips against the abraded skin of her ass.
“Graham, Sir!” Julia jerked in her restraints; she heeded his demand and kept her eyes on his as her orgasm tore through her.
Her body sparked to life by his permission for release. She cried out, clenching around Graham’s shaft and milking every drop of his cum she could.
Julia’s vision fluttered and she sagged in the cuffs, giving Graham the total weight of her body when the second orgasm ripped through her and faded everything from bright white to blissful black.
With his name on her lips, she succumbed to the pleasure in the darkness.
Graham
Graham shifted the still-dazed Julia into his arms. They were now curled in an aftercare cubby and she was wrapped in one of the club blankets.
He gently fed her icy juice chips, allowing the ice to melt slowly on her tongue as she came to. It would increase her blood sugar, which he knew was important to regulate after such an intense scene.
The moment she was allowed release, Graham couldn’t help but follow suit. She’d clamped down and grippedaround him like a vise. If she hadn’t fainted he would have fucked her through several orgasms just to test her limits.
Every strike she whined and begged for more. Her focus never waivered even with another submissive in their space. Julia shattered beneath him and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
As per Dollhouse protocol, Claudia’s aftercare was given by one of the house dominants before returning her to her Sir. It gave Graham the ability to keep his attention undivided from his submissive.
“Are you with me, Jules,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around her and holding her tight against his chest.
“Blissful, Sir.”
“You say that now, wait until you’re sore in the morning.”
“I’m sure I’m going to feel like a train hit me.” She snuggled into his side and sighed contently.
Graham pulled the blanket around her, making a mental note to get her one of her own. Something softer and better suited to her personality and care requirements.
“I really hate to leave you, kitten.” Graham brushed Julia’s hair from her eyes, noting the warmth of her skin after their scene. Some of the welts began to lose their angry glow while others stayed true and signaled they would bruise come morning.
“Oh, it’s fine. This was easy, remember?”
He narrowed his eyes and studied her features. She was avoiding eye contact and picked at the edge of his shirtshe wore. Graham contemplated calling her out on her omission.
Whether she liked it or not, he knew how to read her. He sensed her discomfort and adjusted his plans for the scene. Graham’s original thought was to have their guest for the evening between them, he wanted to see Julia’s assertiveness come out to play with the right encouragement.
It would be an outright lie if he didn’t admit that seeing Julia with a jealous streak didn’t turn him on. It fanned the flames of his want for more with her than the casual back and forth they had. He was determined to be as open as he could with her and let their entanglement thrive.
